So, wow.

[truepenny]

There are a lot of y'all reading this blog.

I'm figuring it's time for one of those periodic getting-to-know-you posts. So if you'd like to introduce yourself, or you'd like to ask a question (any question, although I reserve the right not to answer), here's a superlative spot to do it at.

This is not a pressure-y kind of thing. Only an invitation.

And I'll reiterate a couple of things:

1. I almost never add people reciprocally. Because, well, I have 25 people on my reading list right now, and that's almost too many. There are many people whom I like and admire whose blogs I don't read. Apparently, I just need that processing power for something else.

2. I only reply to comments if I actually have something to say. However, I read all comments, and I am always, always grateful for them. (N.b., excluding the occasional and inevitable troll.) I forget to say that a lot, because sometimes I'm kind of a rotten excuse for a human being. But I'm definitely reading and interested.

So here. The lines are open and you're on the air.

Comments

[beautifuldorian.livejournal.com]

In a way, I only read your journal to reassure myself that I'm not the only one who has to answer to the voices in her head, who show up with unrealistic demands and expect me to make it fit into the damn plot. It's nice to know that even professionals who're actually making money for their work are still owned by their muses. Do you ever have to bribe them to leave you be for a bit so you can get things done that aren't related to them?

I read your articles on world building and they just convinced me that I'm on the right road. Does it ever get annoying having a planet in your head? Or are you only vexed by a handful of its inhabitants at a time?

Other than that, I don't have much to say, other than that my name is Sarah, today is my birthday, and I write a lot but I can never stick to one plotline long enough to make a proper story out of it. I've written countless prologues to brilliant stories and never gotten any further. I've mostly given up on novel writing... but I can still amuse myself with my world and my boys.

Another random question - when Felix starts whining at you [he seems the type to whine], how do you get him to stop? My best method so far for getting them to stop sulking is to distract them with a boyfriend. -.- And there has to be a better way because I'm running out of condoms.

[truepenny.livejournal.com]

Actually, Felix does not whine. He refuses to talk, instead.

Which, as I've said in several comments upthread, is just a highly reductive shorthand for what's really going on. But it's easier to conceptualize.

Having thought about it, I don't get planets in my head. I get worlds. Which I don't consider exactly synonymous. (This probably explains why I'm predominantly a fantasy writer. I wonder if sf writers get planets instead.)

And happy birthday!